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determined not to die || effie and amy
Silence, she simply couldn’t take the silence, no one said that it would be easy, that been an escort would be a walk in the park. She was barely older than most tributes and yet she was lucky enough to not fear been dragged into the arena. But then again she was the one that picked the names, she was the one that would sentence them to death, one way or another her hands were filled with blood, she would forever been the grim reaper. The only noise that could be heard in the dinning car was the sound of the fork and knife, the sounds of the utensil’s against the plates.
Grabbing her glass she took a sip of the drink, the male tribute had stand up and left the table and she was left alone with Ambrosia, the female tribute from Twelve. She knew the girl even if this was her second year as an escort she knew her from the previous year reaping, Haymitch Abernathy had been her boyfriend, the boy had died last year, he had almost made it and while she would never say it out loud she had been hoping he would have made it.
Her gaze fell back in her plate as she pushed the memories from the male tribute away, suddenly she felt herself losing her appetite. “Don’t over think it, they just want a good show. I’m sure it won’t be hard for you to get sponsors, your mentor had the job a bit cut out even more with the Capitol knowing who your boyfriend was.” Lifting her eyes she fixed it on the girl, honestly they were probably around the same age it felt weird to have some sort of upper power on her.
For many she was just another Capitol girl, another naïve young woman, spoiled, thinking she was better than the districts people, someone who lived in a fantasy world but they couldn’t be more wrong. The problem with Effie was the fact she cared far too easily and when she cared she did it with all her heart. The previous year had been hard for her, she had been heartbroken death after death. She had wanted to leave, she had wanted to quiet but she had learned that once in the games you are in it for the long run and her mother wouldn’t have it anyway, she wouldn’t allow her daughter to put to shame their family name. In a way they were almost all in the same position they were all owned by the Capitol.
“Once we arrived you will have your stylist, I do tend to advise them to stay away from the obvious choices, better be original and catch the sponsors eyes.” Giving a small smile her attention had fell back on her plate and in the back of her mind she could her her mother’s voice scolding her about manners, how one shouldn’t stare at their plate and neither play with their food making Effie want to roll her eyes but not doing so because it wouldn’t be proper.
Silence was something that Amy enjoyed, unlike Effie. It gave her a chance to think, sort out how she was feeling- and in cases like this, she was feeling a lot- it gave her a chance to run through her options, try to figure out what was happening, what was going to happen... it was calming, for her. The most annoying thing had been the boy beside her with his periodic, "so, how are you?" "It's nice to meet you... Ambrosia, right?" "Doesn't this taste great?" Despite the name, this wasn't a game, and Amy was almost positive that he didn't know that. She wouldn't usually say this, but he needed to die- she didn't expect him to make it past the bloodbath; he seemed like an idiot. He probably was. Half of the people Amy had met that didn't seem like idiots were dead, and the other two were her younger siblings. She stabbed a- what was she even eating?- a little too hard. The clang of the silverware on the plate hurt her ears, but she pretended it didn't.
She didn't know much about Effie, no. But she knew that Effie was practically her mentor- considering, you know, there wasn't one- and she knew that she had known Haymitch- for a week- and she couldn't get him out of the Games last year. She knew enough to be passive aggressive, because this girl- and she was only a girl, not much older than Amy herself- was supposed to save Haymitch. She was supposed to save him, but she didn't. And Amy definitely blamed her for that. She had every right, to, really- it was her job to get him out, and she couldn't do it. She just hoped that Effie'd be a bit more helpful this time around- god knows she could use it.
"Oh, trust me, I know," she replied somewhat coldly. A good show. Was that all this was to her? Some twisted form of entertainment? Was that it? Did she even care about Haymitch- about any of the tributes last year, about her or that idiot of a kid that just walked out? No, she just cared about 'a good show.' Amy bet last year was probably just fantastic- a tribute from twelve coming so close to beating a career. "Yeah. Brother was reaped, too, a few years back; could make that work in my favour, too. I miss them, I'm doing this for them and my family back home, blah blah blah sob story, I get sponsors." Oh, she knew how this worked.
Amy might seem like she didn't care. With her attitude, the nonchalant way she had just talked about two of the people she loved the most, you might think that it really wasn't a big deal to her. She was an actress. She pretended like she didn't care- it was a defence mechanism, in a way. It was how she avoided caring, for the most part. Because the moment someone thought you cared, the more you'd feel like you cared- Amy cared, a whole lot, but it was only limited to a few people. Stupid as her parents were, she loved them. Her twin siblings back home, little Alder and Acacia, only fifteen, still so innocent- but they had seen loss, so much loss. The love she had had for both Haymitch and Ashton was outstanding. She supposed either way things turned out, she'd be fine. She dies? Fine. Let her go see her brother and her boyfriend, her best friend again. Let her watch over the other four people she cares about. She lives? Awesome. Hopefully her siblings'd stay safe. At least they'd never have to take tesserae. Amy liked that option.
Right. Stylist. Amy was not excited for that because, like most Capitol citizens, it seemed the stylists were complete idiots. Haymitch had looked okay, for the most part- but Amy knew they could have done so much better. She just hoped that whatever they put on her would at least be somewhat flattering. "I swear to god if I'm on that chariot looking like a coal miner, I'm not going to wait until the Games to kill someone."
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"Do I know you?"
“Uh-
no, I don’t think so.
Ambrosia Caswell.”
No been a victor wasn’t easy even more after what she had learned, after she had learned the grip that the Capitol keeps on them. They never had the peace, they were never left alone, she had felt sick, she had felt dirty when she had found out how low Snow could go in order to keep the victor under his watch. What they did to Finnick still made her shiver and she knew that he wasn’t the only one. As for Haymitch all that he had told her and that had been drunk had been how the Capitol hadn’t liked the stunt he had pulled with the force field and had killed his family and right there she had known that she simply couldn’t blame him for drinking like he did
“Well I don’t see why you don’t try to get that friendship back. If he meant so much to you.” She was almost sure that Haymitch wouldn’t be against in getting that friendship back, maybe would help him someway. “You were part of his life, young or not you and him had something and I don’t see why you shouldn’t try to get a friendship with someone that meant something for you.” Id she had been in Haymitch’s place she would at least appreciate it.
Ambrosia couldn't say she had any way of knowing what a victor was like- except she had heard bits of Snow's plotting every once and a while, and she'd heard Finnick talking about what the Capitol had done to him- she'd seen previous victors, too; seen how broken they were. She knew it couldn't be easy, and she was glad she wasn't one of them. She wasn't sure she could handle that much.
"I'd like to, honestly," she replied, giving a slight nod. She was- well, Amy wouldn't admit it, but she was scared. She'd grown out of him- mostly- by now, and she expected the same of him- no, that wasn't the problem. She was afraid they wouldn't get along as well as they used to when they first met- when they had all the opportunity to hate each other's guts but instead found a friendship because- well, she still didn't even know why, but, even with all the bad things that had happened, she didn't regret a single moment of it. She was scared that he wouldn't want her around anymore- and that was terrifying to her. The one person she still had left from her childhood might not even like her anymore- but what was worse, her knowing that he'd rather not be near her, or not talking to him when he might still want a friendship just as much as she did? "Maybe I should," she responded after a moment.
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"Do I know you?"
“Uh-
no, I don’t think so.
Ambrosia Caswell.”
”Well I guess it depends, usually the victors prefer that their families don’t get too much attention, try not to expose them I guess.” The smile still played on her lips. “That is the good thing, once I take all the Capitol style no one knows who I am, is actually good. A good way to not be noticed.” As soon as Haymitch’s name was said her eyes went slightly wide. “Haymitch? You are Haymitch’s ex-girlfriend?” Not in a million years had she thought something like this would happen. “I guess that must be why you looked so familiar.” This was such a tricky situation.
Amy gave a nod- that was probably pretty damn true. Being a victor certainly didn't seem like fun, and neither did being related to one. And then there was the fact that she had almost gotten killed because she was dating Haymitch and the Capitol didn't really like his game strategy- yeah, if she was a victor, she wouldn't want to attach the people she loved to herself. And Effie was definitely smart- practically unrecognisable, low on everyone's radar. That'd be helpful. Effie's response, though, almost drew a laugh from Amy's lips.
"Yeah... I mean, we were just kids, it was never really going to amount to much of anything anyway... kinda wish I still talked to him every now and again, but, you know." Because, in all honesty, she did miss being Haymitch's friend. She missed the stupid jokes- but then, Haymitch probably didn't even come with those anymore. If everything was her way- well, she wasn't sure, because cause and effect- get rid of the things that ruined her life, and she probably would never have met him. So, she supposed she was alright.
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determined not to die || effie and amy
Amy couldn't really say she was surprised- after all, she had signed up for tesserae since she was twelve, despite her brother's protests, and that in itself was practically the same as volunteering. Some people got away lucky, she supposed- but in a family of six, five years of tesserae was an inevitable death. Her brother had been reaped and killed- so, no, Amy wasn't at all surprised
But that didn't mean she wasn't furious as hell. What had she even done? Nothing. Literally no fucking thing. It was probably rigged, in all honesty- what were the chances of it being a complete coincidence that her boyfriend came in second the previous year? All something to give the Capitol their entertainment.
But Amy was determined to be more than entertainment. Sure, the Capitol might not remember Ashton Caswell. And she was sure that Haymitch Abernathy'd be all but forgotten in a few years time. But Ambrosia? She was going to be a legend.
To pull that off, though, she'd have to- oh, you know, survive.
That worked out, though- she was determined not to die, either.
For now, though, she was temporarily satisfied with chewing on sweets and glaring at the wall, ignoring as the rich blond boy walked out of the compartment after about six failed attempts at conversation. She didn't have time to talk- she was busy plotting her victory.
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"Do I know you?"
“Uh-
no, I don’t think so.
Ambrosia Caswell.”
"If your boyfriend was in the games I guess that might be it then. What was his name?" Effie asked as curiosity was getting the best of her as always, that was it hit her that she hadn’t introduced herself and of course that wasn’t very proper of her. "Where are my manners, I’m sorry I didn’t introduced myself. I’m Effie Trinket, I worked as Twelve’s Escort."
"Probably. I mean, hardly anyone recognises the victors' families, usually- Prim was certainly the exception-" Ambrosia began, and she was about to answer with Haymitch's name when the blonde continued- oh, she did recognise her, now, since she pointed it out. "Ha, you look different without all the Capitol... fashion..." More like eyesore- she didn't know why the Capitol citizens did that to themselves, especially when they were sometimes as pretty as Effie was... "Sorry, um, back to the- oh, yeah. Well, I'm sure you know him, I mean- it was, ah, Haymitch." She really didn't want to go into the explanation right now.